I just got home from last night and thought I'd pop in. But I really need a shower and and an extra hour of sleep.
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I was just wondering if you ever gave any hint if dissatisfaction with your w's weight. Or her housekeeping. Did you make a big deal with a flurry of housecleaning? Resentful that "no one works as hard as you do?" Did you make her feel bad that she wasn't interested in any of this?
Of the chores, the weight, and her lack of interest, the only one that really bothered me was the lack of interest. She just didn't care. I was living with someone who has such passion, drive, and ambition for her job, but just turns off that drive when she steps foot in the house. It is very frustrating when you know that a person is capable of being passionate, but just chooses not to have it when it comes to our R. I guess I make no apologies for being resentful or unaccepting of that.
So my piping buddy dicovered this band. And the bassist is a casual friend of mine. His W worked with my W and we used to do couples things together. My name came up between these two as a common connection. So my piping buddy has been really excited about me coming to his hometown, when the band was playing there. That was last night.
I had never been to his house before, so I called him before I left. He said we were going to have a cookout beforehand, and his daughters would be there too. I got there and we went into his basement living room/mancave and he was having me sample all his scotch whiskeys. I was drinking and walking around looking at his stuff and there was this B&W 8x10 on the wall of this very nice looking girl with a striking resemblance to Alanis Morissette, with an absolutely gorgeous smile. "Who is this?", I said. "Oh. That's my daughter." he said.
We went to the kitchen to get food ready and his daughters showed up (21 and 29). I was talking with them, being a complete chatterbox. Towards the end of dinner, I caught her staring at me. Okay. Now I'm nervous.
After cleaning up, my buddy and I head down to the bar for the show. We talked to my band pal for few minutes and then proceeded to drink. The band started and we grabbed a table. After a few songs, my piping buddy's W and the daughter show up. After a couple more songs, the band played a slow song and my buddy is telling me to dance with his daughter. Okay. Awkward. We were the only ones dancing. Double awkward.
Skip ahead. We spent the rest of the time with the band playing, sitting close, talking, and dancing (with just a little drinking). It started to feel like a date. With the girl's parents along. And her dad is my friend. Yikes.
The band ended. My piping buddy was hammered and was getting into the "I love you, man" talk, so his W took him home. His daughter and I stayed at the bar, pretty much until no one was left in the place. Since her parents took the car, she and I walked and talked the eight or so blocks back to her house on the streets. And no, this isn’t going to turn into a “Dear Penthouse forum” story. I slept alone. It was just a really great time. Very, very weird at times, but still great. It felt a lot better than the lows I had this week.
